“No miserable worm of a man gets to lick my boots until he’s paid me, no matter who he is!” I began to shake as you shouted these words, then fumbled in my pocket for my wallet.
“You’ve told me what you want, and I’ve told you the price,” you said, “now don’t insult your Mistress, you pathetic man!”
With trembling hands I gave you the cash, and you held it triumphantly as I knelt before you. “That’s right slave,” you said, “get down on all fours like a dog and lick your Mistress’s boots!”
Those sexy feelings were coming over you again. You’d started to get turned on while you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, putting on your tight, black leather dominatrix outfit and lacing it up tight. But now as I was actually groveling at your feet, the truly dominant side of your personality was emerging and you were getting delicious itchy sensations as the juices began to flow from your freshly shaven cunt.
I was loving it too. I always loved it when you forced me to show the submissive side of my character and you knew that my cock would already be throbbing stiff inside my jeans as I licked up and down your long, black thigh high - length boots. “Oh Mistress, you are so good to me,” I whimpered. “It’s such an honour to be allowed to lick your boots.”
“Stop whining and lick slave!” you shouted. “And I want them clean! You hear me? Otherwise I will have to punish you, won’t I?”
“Oh yes Mistress,” I said as I intensify my licking. “I will get them clean. Please don’t punish me.”
You had quite a collection of punishment instruments in the bedrooms, including an interesting cock-harness and I was well aware that if I put one foot out of line, if I failed to please you in any way, you would have no hesitation in using them on me.
“Not so high!” you shouted as the tip of my tongue strayed from the top of your boot onto your thigh. “You do not have permission to touch your Mistress’s flesh!”
“Sorry Mistress,” I said, quickly moving my tongue down to the calf of your boot.
My tongue on your thigh had given you a delicious tingling thrill, and you were longing for me to lick you there more, but you were loving making yourself wait, as well as me. In fact you were in just the mood to give me a good long dominant teasing session.
“That’s enough slave!” you shouted. “Now stand up straight!” I stopped licking immediately and stood to attention. You knelt down in front of me and were gratified to see an enormous bulge pushing out the front of my jeans. I was in the right condition to be teased to distraction. “Now slave,” you said, easing my jeans down to see my rampant cock rear up stiffly in front of you. “I want you to remain absolutely still. You are not to move a muscle until I tell you to, understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I grunted.
You lightly touched my cock with your fingertips and it jumped as if it had received an electric shock! You then spent a good 15 minutes toying with the stiff weapon, first with your fingers, then brushing it across your face and lips, and finally rubbing the tip against your erect nipples. I shook and groaned, doing my utmost to obey your command not to move.
When you had me puffing and panting and trembling for several minutes, you decided it was time to make me pay some more attention to your needs. You sat on the sofa and opened your legs, and told me I now had permission to touch you, but only with my tongue, and not on your cunt.
You lay there and reveled in the heavenly sensation as I eagerly licked along your inner thighs, and just to torment me more you played with yourself right in front of my face. Then when you thought I was getting a bit too eager you made me swap places and stay still again while you administered a bit more teasing from your fingers and lips.
“On your back slave!” you shouted when I started panting as if I was about to cum. I lay on the floor and you stood over me saying: “You now have permission to touch me, but you do not have permission to cum. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said, looking up at you as you straddled me, giving me a worm’s eye view between your legs.
You sank down to your knees then leaned forward and brushed your boobs across my face. The thrill of having a man under your control had made your nipples into two hard little nuggets and the way I nibbled and licked at them sent sexy tinglings to the depths of your womb. I started stroking your bum cheeks at the same time And you were longing to feel my big strong cock slide into you, but the rule of the game was that I didn’t get my way until I’d proved myself completely subservient to you.
“Tell me who’s boss here,” you snapped, squashing your boobs against my face.
“You are Mistress,” I said.
“And what are you?”
“I am your slave Mistress.”
“And what will you do for me?”
“I’ll do anything you ask Mistress. Absolutely anything.”
“That’s right slave,” you said, feeling extremely turned on by being totally in command.
“You do exactly as I ask, and what happens if you fail to please me?”
“Then I get punished Mistress.”
You couldn’t wait anymore. You were dizzy with excitement.
“Get up on the sofa slave,” you snapped. “I want to feel your cock inside me, now!” I sat on the sofa and you reached your legs up, wrapping your high-heeled ankles around my neck. I pulled you onto me and inserted my stiff shaft into your wet pussy. The feeling was sensational and you writhed around, satisfying that desperate itching in your vaginal walls until you’d worked yourself up to a mind blowing, rushing, tingling cum.
I knew better than to let myself cum of course. I know very well that a slave doesn’t do anything without his Mistress’s permission. You eased yourself off my cock and lay on the sofa beside me, and in true slave fashion I hid the frustration you knew I must be feeling.
“Now slave,” you said as I fondled and stroked you all over. “I think you ought to thank your Mistress for the privilege of having had your miserable feeble cock inside her.”
“Oh thank you Mistress. That really was a privilege and I know I didn’t deserve it.”
My strong shaft was glistening wet with your juices and absolutely rampant. You felt tempted to tell me how delicious I looked, lying there naked with my enormous erection sticking up between my legs, but of course that would’ve spoilt the game for me as well a you, so you said:
“Now slave, I’m in the mood to queen you. Prepare to be queened, now!”
I slid from the sofa and lay on my back, and once again you straddled me. You stood right over my head, towering above me in your six-inch heels as I gazed up at your glistening love box and bulging boobs. Then you slowly squatted down, lowering your pussy closer and closer to my face until you were only a couple of inches away from me. You stopped in that position, letting me have a good look. Your lips had opened and you knew I would be able to see the pink folds of flesh inside and smell your musky pussy-scent.
Finally you lowered yourself right down and sat on my face. I needed no instructions. My mouth opened and you bounced around, enjoying yourself to the full as my tongue penetrated you deeply and licked and lapped at the walls of your wet pussy.
After a few minutes you were feeling close to cumming again, and I was getting so turned on and frustrated you thought I would burst.
“You have performed well slave,” you said. “ And I am going to grant you a privilege again. You may penetrate me with your cock, but you may not cum until I tell you.”
You got up and knelt on the sofa and made me kneel behind you. The head of my prick had begun nudging at your entrance immediately and then it was gently parting the moist lips and slipping inside. I let out a moan of pleasure and relief at being able to penetrate you at last, and my cock was so big and full and stretched your pussy so much that you wanted to scream with pleasure yourself. You bit your tongue and kept quiet, though. One of the rules of the domination game is that the Mistress does not give the slave the satisfaction of knowing he is giving her pleasure.
I started easing back and forth with long, firm strokes which send waves of pleasure shooting all over your body from your pussy outwards. We are both practically out of our minds with randiness, and that, of course, is the purpose of the domination game. “Tell your Mistress how you feel about her, slave,” you said, keeping your voice firm and hard.
“You are beautiful Mistress,” I moaned as I thrust the tip of my cock against the entrance of your cunt time and time again. “I am completely at your mercy. I will do anything you ask to please you. My only wish is to serve you.”
This talk made us both wild with sexiness and I started really ramming into you hard. You hadn’t quite lost control though. You still had a bit further left to go, and you were determined to make the most of it.
“Your Mistress is uncomfortable, slave!” you snapped. “Move away for a moment!” I moved away and you lay on the floor with your legs apart as I penetrated you again. In this position you could look at my body as I fucked you, and watch the anguished expression as you continued to dominate me.
“I am not satisfied slave,” you said sternly, looking me in the eye as I thrust back and forth. “You are just not good enough and I am going to have to give you a very severe punishment for this!”
Your harsh tone and the word `punishment` sent me wild. My cock stiffened up like a rod of iron and grew another half an inch inside you and I started thrusting and gyrating my hips in a way that sent you completely out of your mind. My heavy balls slapped against your bum cheeks as I pounded into you for all I was worth and had you swooning in ecstasy. You reached up and began rolling and squeezing your tits to heighten your pleasure. You were close to cumming and there was only one more thing you needed to make your pleasure complete - to be on top. No true Mistress lets her slave cum while he is on top of her. The Mistress must be on top, always.
“On your back slave!” you shouted, and by now you couldn’t keep the excitement out of your voice.
I rolled over, and hardly losing a beat you straddled me and took me deep inside of you. Now you were in total control of the pace and you ground down hard on me, feeling the head of my enormous prick push up into your waist as you slewed around to bring every inch of your cunt walls into contact with its hard gnarled shaft.
“Don’t you dare cum slave,” you said, looking sternly down at me as you took great pleasure from my rampant tool. “Just you remember who’s in charge here.”
You were very close to cumming now. Your head was spinning and you’d be over the edge in just a few more strokes. “I’ve got to cum Mistress,” I panted, bucking up and down under you like a wild stallion.
“I said no slave!” you spat as you rode me towards a shattering orgasm.
“But Mistress, I can’t…..I can’t…..”
I never finished my sentence. You let out a scream as your pussy went into spasm, gripping and sucking my thrusting cock and flooding it with cum juice.
At the same time I thrust upwards so hard I lifted you off the floor and shouted out loud as my cock exploded in powerful rhythmic spurts of hot cream inside you.
For a few ecstatic seconds we shouted at the top of our voices and ground into each other in the throes of overwhelming orgasm. Then we subsided and lay panting in each other’s arms, completely happy, completely satisfied.
Then the doorbell rang.
That must be the pizza delivery man,” I said, looking up at the clock. “He’s ten minutes early.”
“Well you’d better get your Mistress her payment like you agreed,” you said. “The money’s in the pocket of my dressing gown.” I pulled on your pink dressing gown and answered the door.
“Mistress,” I said, grinning all over my face as I returned with a mouthwatering pizza, “here is the payment we agreed. One king sized pizza with all the trimmings.”
“You know you really got carried away tonight,” you said with a giggle as we started on the pizza. “You got so much into the slave act I almost forgot we’ve been married for 15 years!!”
“You’ve told me what you want, and I’ve told you the price,” you said, “now don’t insult your Mistress, you pathetic man!”
With trembling hands I gave you the cash, and you held it triumphantly as I knelt before you. “That’s right slave,” you said, “get down on all fours like a dog and lick your Mistress’s boots!”
Those sexy feelings were coming over you again. You’d started to get turned on while you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, putting on your tight, black leather dominatrix outfit and lacing it up tight. But now as I was actually groveling at your feet, the truly dominant side of your personality was emerging and you were getting delicious itchy sensations as the juices began to flow from your freshly shaven cunt.
I was loving it too. I always loved it when you forced me to show the submissive side of my character and you knew that my cock would already be throbbing stiff inside my jeans as I licked up and down your long, black thigh high - length boots. “Oh Mistress, you are so good to me,” I whimpered. “It’s such an honour to be allowed to lick your boots.”
“Stop whining and lick slave!” you shouted. “And I want them clean! You hear me? Otherwise I will have to punish you, won’t I?”
“Oh yes Mistress,” I said as I intensify my licking. “I will get them clean. Please don’t punish me.”
You had quite a collection of punishment instruments in the bedrooms, including an interesting cock-harness and I was well aware that if I put one foot out of line, if I failed to please you in any way, you would have no hesitation in using them on me.
“Not so high!” you shouted as the tip of my tongue strayed from the top of your boot onto your thigh. “You do not have permission to touch your Mistress’s flesh!”
“Sorry Mistress,” I said, quickly moving my tongue down to the calf of your boot.
My tongue on your thigh had given you a delicious tingling thrill, and you were longing for me to lick you there more, but you were loving making yourself wait, as well as me. In fact you were in just the mood to give me a good long dominant teasing session.
“That’s enough slave!” you shouted. “Now stand up straight!” I stopped licking immediately and stood to attention. You knelt down in front of me and were gratified to see an enormous bulge pushing out the front of my jeans. I was in the right condition to be teased to distraction. “Now slave,” you said, easing my jeans down to see my rampant cock rear up stiffly in front of you. “I want you to remain absolutely still. You are not to move a muscle until I tell you to, understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I grunted.
You lightly touched my cock with your fingertips and it jumped as if it had received an electric shock! You then spent a good 15 minutes toying with the stiff weapon, first with your fingers, then brushing it across your face and lips, and finally rubbing the tip against your erect nipples. I shook and groaned, doing my utmost to obey your command not to move.
When you had me puffing and panting and trembling for several minutes, you decided it was time to make me pay some more attention to your needs. You sat on the sofa and opened your legs, and told me I now had permission to touch you, but only with my tongue, and not on your cunt.
You lay there and reveled in the heavenly sensation as I eagerly licked along your inner thighs, and just to torment me more you played with yourself right in front of my face. Then when you thought I was getting a bit too eager you made me swap places and stay still again while you administered a bit more teasing from your fingers and lips.
“On your back slave!” you shouted when I started panting as if I was about to cum. I lay on the floor and you stood over me saying: “You now have permission to touch me, but you do not have permission to cum. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said, looking up at you as you straddled me, giving me a worm’s eye view between your legs.
You sank down to your knees then leaned forward and brushed your boobs across my face. The thrill of having a man under your control had made your nipples into two hard little nuggets and the way I nibbled and licked at them sent sexy tinglings to the depths of your womb. I started stroking your bum cheeks at the same time And you were longing to feel my big strong cock slide into you, but the rule of the game was that I didn’t get my way until I’d proved myself completely subservient to you.
“Tell me who’s boss here,” you snapped, squashing your boobs against my face.
“You are Mistress,” I said.
“And what are you?”
“I am your slave Mistress.”
“And what will you do for me?”
“I’ll do anything you ask Mistress. Absolutely anything.”
“That’s right slave,” you said, feeling extremely turned on by being totally in command.
“You do exactly as I ask, and what happens if you fail to please me?”
“Then I get punished Mistress.”
You couldn’t wait anymore. You were dizzy with excitement.
“Get up on the sofa slave,” you snapped. “I want to feel your cock inside me, now!” I sat on the sofa and you reached your legs up, wrapping your high-heeled ankles around my neck. I pulled you onto me and inserted my stiff shaft into your wet pussy. The feeling was sensational and you writhed around, satisfying that desperate itching in your vaginal walls until you’d worked yourself up to a mind blowing, rushing, tingling cum.
I knew better than to let myself cum of course. I know very well that a slave doesn’t do anything without his Mistress’s permission. You eased yourself off my cock and lay on the sofa beside me, and in true slave fashion I hid the frustration you knew I must be feeling.
“Now slave,” you said as I fondled and stroked you all over. “I think you ought to thank your Mistress for the privilege of having had your miserable feeble cock inside her.”
“Oh thank you Mistress. That really was a privilege and I know I didn’t deserve it.”
My strong shaft was glistening wet with your juices and absolutely rampant. You felt tempted to tell me how delicious I looked, lying there naked with my enormous erection sticking up between my legs, but of course that would’ve spoilt the game for me as well a you, so you said:
“Now slave, I’m in the mood to queen you. Prepare to be queened, now!”
I slid from the sofa and lay on my back, and once again you straddled me. You stood right over my head, towering above me in your six-inch heels as I gazed up at your glistening love box and bulging boobs. Then you slowly squatted down, lowering your pussy closer and closer to my face until you were only a couple of inches away from me. You stopped in that position, letting me have a good look. Your lips had opened and you knew I would be able to see the pink folds of flesh inside and smell your musky pussy-scent.
Finally you lowered yourself right down and sat on my face. I needed no instructions. My mouth opened and you bounced around, enjoying yourself to the full as my tongue penetrated you deeply and licked and lapped at the walls of your wet pussy.
After a few minutes you were feeling close to cumming again, and I was getting so turned on and frustrated you thought I would burst.
“You have performed well slave,” you said. “ And I am going to grant you a privilege again. You may penetrate me with your cock, but you may not cum until I tell you.”
You got up and knelt on the sofa and made me kneel behind you. The head of my prick had begun nudging at your entrance immediately and then it was gently parting the moist lips and slipping inside. I let out a moan of pleasure and relief at being able to penetrate you at last, and my cock was so big and full and stretched your pussy so much that you wanted to scream with pleasure yourself. You bit your tongue and kept quiet, though. One of the rules of the domination game is that the Mistress does not give the slave the satisfaction of knowing he is giving her pleasure.
I started easing back and forth with long, firm strokes which send waves of pleasure shooting all over your body from your pussy outwards. We are both practically out of our minds with randiness, and that, of course, is the purpose of the domination game. “Tell your Mistress how you feel about her, slave,” you said, keeping your voice firm and hard.
“You are beautiful Mistress,” I moaned as I thrust the tip of my cock against the entrance of your cunt time and time again. “I am completely at your mercy. I will do anything you ask to please you. My only wish is to serve you.”
This talk made us both wild with sexiness and I started really ramming into you hard. You hadn’t quite lost control though. You still had a bit further left to go, and you were determined to make the most of it.
“Your Mistress is uncomfortable, slave!” you snapped. “Move away for a moment!” I moved away and you lay on the floor with your legs apart as I penetrated you again. In this position you could look at my body as I fucked you, and watch the anguished expression as you continued to dominate me.
“I am not satisfied slave,” you said sternly, looking me in the eye as I thrust back and forth. “You are just not good enough and I am going to have to give you a very severe punishment for this!”
Your harsh tone and the word `punishment` sent me wild. My cock stiffened up like a rod of iron and grew another half an inch inside you and I started thrusting and gyrating my hips in a way that sent you completely out of your mind. My heavy balls slapped against your bum cheeks as I pounded into you for all I was worth and had you swooning in ecstasy. You reached up and began rolling and squeezing your tits to heighten your pleasure. You were close to cumming and there was only one more thing you needed to make your pleasure complete - to be on top. No true Mistress lets her slave cum while he is on top of her. The Mistress must be on top, always.
“On your back slave!” you shouted, and by now you couldn’t keep the excitement out of your voice.
I rolled over, and hardly losing a beat you straddled me and took me deep inside of you. Now you were in total control of the pace and you ground down hard on me, feeling the head of my enormous prick push up into your waist as you slewed around to bring every inch of your cunt walls into contact with its hard gnarled shaft.
“Don’t you dare cum slave,” you said, looking sternly down at me as you took great pleasure from my rampant tool. “Just you remember who’s in charge here.”
You were very close to cumming now. Your head was spinning and you’d be over the edge in just a few more strokes. “I’ve got to cum Mistress,” I panted, bucking up and down under you like a wild stallion.
“I said no slave!” you spat as you rode me towards a shattering orgasm.
“But Mistress, I can’t…..I can’t…..”
I never finished my sentence. You let out a scream as your pussy went into spasm, gripping and sucking my thrusting cock and flooding it with cum juice.
At the same time I thrust upwards so hard I lifted you off the floor and shouted out loud as my cock exploded in powerful rhythmic spurts of hot cream inside you.
For a few ecstatic seconds we shouted at the top of our voices and ground into each other in the throes of overwhelming orgasm. Then we subsided and lay panting in each other’s arms, completely happy, completely satisfied.
Then the doorbell rang.
That must be the pizza delivery man,” I said, looking up at the clock. “He’s ten minutes early.”
“Well you’d better get your Mistress her payment like you agreed,” you said. “The money’s in the pocket of my dressing gown.” I pulled on your pink dressing gown and answered the door.
“Mistress,” I said, grinning all over my face as I returned with a mouthwatering pizza, “here is the payment we agreed. One king sized pizza with all the trimmings.”
“You know you really got carried away tonight,” you said with a giggle as we started on the pizza. “You got so much into the slave act I almost forgot we’ve been married for 15 years!!”
